(a)sleep again

euphoric slumbers steal my mind, when I am graced by thoughts so kind; not of love or material gain, but of standing dry, though bound in rain- of feeling strength, without the pain. --- sleep, my mind; sleep, my mind with forty winks, my heart is blind to real worries left behind --- but waking thoughts of life redeem - and in the end, it's just a dream, and in the end, it's just a dream.

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